racquetball with the president

Matthew du Mée and I went to play racquetball at the new Glendale Recreation and Aquatics Center that I am a member at. He'd never played before, so I gave him a lesson in brokenness/humility by just thumping him in all four games we played. Alright, so it was his first time and I should be a little more kind about it; fine, but we went downstairs to play some one-on-one basketball, and I couldn't keep going for five minute because I'm that out of shape! I'm sure he got a good chuckle out of that one; I know I did. That definitely put me in my place...with a little brokenness/humility. Matthew: it was a great evening. Thanks for playing and chatting with me.

thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving, like most of my previous Thanksgivings, we spent over at one of my uncle's houses, less than a mile from our house. Good food, good company. One of the most memorable things said came from my cousin BJ. He was holding Aidan, Aidan was babbling, Valene (BJ's mom, my aunt) said that BJ should talk with Aidan, and BJ said, "Why? I don't speak Chinese." Oh, happy Thanksgiving.

airport

It is before six-thirty on a Sunday morning. I would never be up this early, but I have the privilege of driving my parents-in-law to the airport this morning. They are headed up to Oregon to be with the Ogle relatives for Thanksgiving. The five of us (Mike, Francy, Amy, Aidan, and I) will be headed to Lubbock, TX, together for Christmas, to be with Francy's side of the family, the Falbos. Safe travels, Ogles; we'll cya again real soon. Oh, wait, that should be: happy trails to you...until we meet again. ::humming continues::